spinning rocks
no more tidal forces pulling at her womb, she is amenorrhoeic, only feeling a low tug on her phylum when she slingshots around a planet. this isn’t how it’s supposed to go, but it’s how it is. the men ruptured barren after six weeks, spilling lifeless. like Vitruvian Woman, she is changeless and stoppered, a human geometry spinning galactic sublime into the center of the milky, potency jumping jacks into a flaming cosmic hush puppy.